Old October

Old October's purt' nigh gone,And the frosts is comin' onLittle heavier every day--Like our hearts is thataway!Leaves is changin' overheadBack from green to gray and red,Brown and yeller, with their stemsLoosenin' on the oaks and e'ms;And the balance of the treesGittin' balder every breeze--Like the heads we're scratchin' on!Old October's purt' nigh gone.

I love Old October so,I can't bear to see her go--Seems to me like losin' someOld-home relative er chum--'Pears like sorto' settin' bySome old friend 'at sigh by sighWas a-passin' out o' sightInto everlastin' night!Hickernuts a feller hearsRattlin' down is more like tearsDrappin' on the leaves below--I love Old October so!